Disclaimer: Touhou belongs to Zun, and the only things that belong to myself would be Usagi the mimic, and Moegi the japanese beetle. Everything else belongs to their rightful owner.

A/N: Yukari?!

Y/N: Yes~?

A/N: Why are you in your bath robe?!

Y/N: Why, because I just took quite the nice bath. Why else would I be wearing such a thing?

A/N: ...You're wearing something under that, right?

Y/N: Who knows.

A/N: W-why are you teasing me like that?! Quit showing cleavage like that!

Y/N: Why~?

A/N: W-well, umm...

Y/N: You know you like it.

A/N: Sh-shush!

Y/N: I wonder what Cirno would say.

A/N: ..."What the heck? Put those away!"

Y/N: Not about that, silly. About you being disloyal~

A/N: Sorry, what...?

Y/N: Well, we're in such a compromising predicament!

A/N: Still not seeing why she would care...

Y/N: Ohh, shush. You know you like Cirno, and I know that you like myself.

A/N: W-well, I suppose I can't say I disagree with that analysis.

Y/N: And you would hate to look bad before Cirno.

A/N: ...Okay, I'll give you that. But still, I'm not going out with Cirno.

Y/N: You may not be, but you are.

A/N: Cryptic as always... Usagi hardly counts, though.

Y/N: So you say.

A/N: Let's just get on with the season finale...

A/N: Wow! This has been my longest chapter of the year!

Y/N: My, has it been?

A/N: Yup! The old longest chapter was 5.3k long!

Y/N: Ufufu...

A/N: What...?

Y/N: It's just that saying it like that is rather silly...

A/N: Saying it like what?

Y/N: Who says number aloud like that?

A/N: Like what?!

Y/N: Using the letter K to denote a thousand. It sounds quite silly when said aloud.

A/N: W-well, uhh...

Y/N: Ohh my, she's blushing~

A/N: Sh-shush!

A/N: ...It's my longest chapter ever, now! Well, to this date, anyways. 1,300 words longer than my old longest chapter, which was 7,500 words.

Y/N: Good girl.

A/N: ...Please stop ruffling my hair like that; I don't like when people touch my hat...

Y/N: Touchy, aren't we?

Late afternoon, Scarlet Devil Mansion, Keine's PoV:

I looked at the odd scene before me with a risen brow. I know they aren't particularly known to have have perfect security, but seriously? The guard is asleep, and the gates are wide open! I don't wish to break and enter, but this is just begging to be exploited! Couldn't they at least close the gate, if not rouse the gatekeeper...? It would do wonders to prevent intruders!

As I considered these things, I marched towards the gate, and neared the guard. I wanted to give her a good talking to. "Excuse mEee!" I fell on my face and shrieked in surprise at the cold something that tripped me was wrapped around my ankle. Pulling me battered face from the ground, I looked back to see what had tripped me, and found that I had a hand grasping my ankle, which caused me to start kicking and screaming, trying desperately to get away from the grasping hand. Of course, they weren't prepared for my levels of strength, so I easily broke free from the grasp of the hand, skittering back until I bumped into something. From above and behind me, a familiar woman's voice said, "Nice going, Yoshika! Although, you might want to hold on tighter next time. Not so much that it hurts, mind you, but firmly, so that they don't get away."

My heart pounding in my ears, I looked up, and found a woman in a green Chinese dress with long scarlet hair that flowed lazily in the breeze. Hong Meiling. Trying to calm myself a bit, if only to save what face I had left, I opened my mouth to speak but was interrupted when a voice said from in front of me, "...Nooooted..."

Looking down from Meiling, I found a rather familiar jiang shi ahead of me, crawling out from under the path. I know not how her talisman stays in place when she slides through the dirt like that, but it does. As her charm fluttered in the same breeze that assaulted Meiling, I noted that she was wearing what seemed to be the same clothes as before, a red blouse and black skirt both containing strips of pink frills about them, while her dingy blue hair was topped with an even bluer hat with a gold star on it that now, unlike before, had the character for dragon on it.

From behind me, the former of the two women said, "We've been expecting you, Keine."

Looking up, I asked, "What?"

From the front of me the jiang shi added, "...Thaaaat's riiiight..."

From behind me, the oni that is known as Meiling asked, "You can go right in, Keine." She pulled me from the ground with surpring strength - which makes sense for an oni to have. Never underestimate what their muscles can do lest you be sent through a wall by a flick.

Blinking, I asked in confusion, "Then why did she stop me...?"

Chuckling awkwardly, the once horny yet no more girl replied, "W-well, erm... We don't get enough intruders so Yoshika doesn't get enough practice in stopping them..."

I gave her a blank stare at that admittance. "So you have her stop guests."

Nodding, the hornless oni replied, "Yeah! Works pretty well, too."

I couldn't help but palm my face at hearing such a ridiculous claim. "I'm... just going to go in now."

Slowly waving to me, still in the ground up to her knees, the jiang shi who now lacked a master droned, "...Byeeee..."

With that, I headed into the mansion, and headed for the large cherry red doors, and proceeded to use the large gold knocker on the left one. After a full ten seconds, the doors opened themselves, and I found... nobody to be there? What in the... Feeling a bit afraid about this, I called out, "Hello...?"

Receiving no answer, I shrugged and headed in, accounting it to fairy trickery. I quickly found myself to be lost, and began to wander about for the next hour. Remembering something I once heard from Reimu, I began to take nothing but lefts. I walked through the labyrinthian halls with no end until I came upon a pair of grand oaken doors that just about hummed with the arcane, and the edges of which were ringed by runes that just about made the air around them hum with energy. Gulping at just how intimidating the doors were, I said, "W-well, what are the odds that these are the library doors...? I'll just..." As I turned away from the door to walk away, I was greeted by the form of a familiar blue-white maid with silver locks.

Cutting to the chase, the head maid said, "This is the library."

Before I knew it, she was gone, and the doors to the library were open. Looking between the open passage and where the maid had once been, I quickly made my way into the library. The doors did not creak when they closed behind me, but I did hear the not-so-deafening sound of them clicking shut. Looking over my shoulder, I confirmed that they had been closed behind. Feeling thoroughly creeped out by the antics of the time-controlling maid, I began to make my way into the dim rows of book shelves. After a moment, a wispy mote of light appeared before me, and I proceeded to jump away from it. I never was fond of the unknown. You never know what to expect from it. And like the unknown, I knew not what to expect from this thing. However, I also didn't want to spend all day walking through a library; I have heard that this library is truly massive, and I didn't want to learn just how large it was the hard way.

Timidly, I asked, "Who are you...?"

It shook from side to side, as if trying to tell me something.

Gaining a tad more courage, I asked, "Can you... talk?"

Once more it shook from side to side, leaving an ethereal trail behind it as it did.

Swallowing, I asked, "Can you lead me to Patchouli?"

This time it bobbed up and down.

Noticing it not moving, I asked, "...Will you?"

At that, it began to drift away from me, and I quickly began to make my way after it. It led me for what felt like hours and hours through hundreds of bookshelves. The halls created by the rows of shelves were more orderly than the winding halls of the rest of the mansion, but they were no less labyrinthian, and perhaps doubly so due to their size. And at the end of this eternity of walking was an alcove in what I presumed to be the center of it. This alcove was for sitting, and likely reading, which was an assumption based on the chairs, desks, and stacks of books at one desk in particular, where a familiar form was busy with reading through a musty old tome. As I had arrived at my destination, the wispy mote of light that had led me here faded away, leaving behind an even more dimly lit library than before.

Not bothering to turn to face me, the purple-haired mage said in her static tone, "Hello, once more."

Swallowing a lump in my throat, I replied, "H-hello, Patchouli..." It was so strange to see her - even the back of her - after a century.

Rising from her seat ever so slowly, the bearer of the color of royalty said, "Welcome to the Voile."

Not sure what to say, I asked, "...So, how have you been?"

Placing a bookmark in her reading material, the magician put down the old tome. Replying in her usual monotone, the librarian answered while turning to face myself, "Terrible."

Cringing a bit at the honesty of the girl before me, I replied, "Is that so?" Now able to properly see her, I noted that she wore the exact same outfit as long ago. Robes that could be considered sleeping clothes that were just as purple as her long purple hair, although a less vibrant tone of purple, which was topped with an equally purple, if softer mob cap topped with a golden crescent moon.

Her facial expression ever staying the same, which is that of someone seeing something truly unremarkable, Patchouli retorted in the same tone as ever, "You are not the ooze."

Blinking at what she had just said, realization soon hit me at what exactly I had just said. "O-ohh, no, I didn't mean to imitate Rumia!"

Furrowing her brows just slightly, the magician asked, dropping the other subject in doing so, "Why did you allow her to go without covering the daemonic?"

Blinking in surprise once more, I asked, "What?" Even a slight show of emotion from Patchouli is enough to show just how displeased she was.

Furrowing her brows just as slightly as the prior show of emotion, the girl before me clarified, "Alice Margatroid did not finish her class. Explain."

Paling at just how angry she must be, I defended, "B-but she knew I already had you in mind!"

Frown deepening just slightly more, the one before me said in the same tone as ever, "Illogical. One does not turn down aid for questionable aid at best. It is foolish to even consider doing as such."

Gulping at how furious my friend seemed to be, I said, "B-but I... I wanted to see you..."

Pausing at that a moment, the magician eventually replied, "I do not understand."

I gritted my teeth, and shouted, "I wanted nothing more than to have an excuse to see you!"

Pausing once more, the witch soon said, "You have seen me; you may go now."

Blinking yet again, I asked, "What of my class?"

Not even needing to think on the answer, the purple beansprout answered, "I shall be there."

Letting out a sigh of relief, I smiled. "Thank you." Silence greeted me. "...G-goodbye."

At that, Patchouli silently went back to her desk, and took a seat. After a moment the wisp reappeared, and began to leave me behind. I frowned, but followed. That went terribly...

Night, Keine's classroom, Keine's PoV:

I looked to the clock, and was starting to grow worried. It's nearly time for class to start. Did something suddenly come up? Did some experiment go horribly wrong and utterly destroy the library along with the Scarlet Devil Mansion? No, wait, I would have seen that, wouldn't I have? Perhaps... just the library? Maybe even an implosion? Calm down, Keine. She'll be here. You know that she isn't one to break her word. If there were something able to keep her from fulfilling her promise, it would have kill... No, there's no way that something would have killed her! No way is that the truth! It just can't be! ...Right?

Slowly the children trickled in across the next ten minutes, and they each became more and more aware that something was wrong going by the lack of a guest and the grim expression on my face as time passed. Looking to the clock, I found that it was now only a minute left before class. With a heavy sigh, I admitted, "Class, I have some bad news."

I waited as all attention slowly settled upon me, and when it was I said, "It would seem that our guest for the evening couldn't make it. As such, I have cancel tonight's class..."

Just as the declaration was finished, and the class made a collective disappointed moan along with a few fist pumps of joy, the door to the class slid open, and a familiar mage floated her way in. "That will not be necessary."

Swiveling my head to face her, my eyes instantly lit up when I saw just who it was that had come in. Beaming her a smile, I exclaimed, "Patchouli! I had thought you weren't coming! It's very good to see you! When I had seen that you were late, I had thought the wors-" I continued to speak, but words did not come out. Eyes widening, I began to panic.

As soon as I had stopped speaking, Patchouli said in her usual boring monotone, "I was not late. I was on time, if you will look. Also, you may have your speech back now."

Looking to the clock, I found it to be exactly on the hour. Sighing, I said, "You realize my clock is a little slow, don't you?"

Nodding, the purple-haired girl replied, "I do."

Frowning, I said, "Then you are late."

Not batting an eye, the woman replied, "I am on time by the clock in which you go by. This is all that matters."

Grumbling a bit, I asked, "How do you even know my clock is a little slow?"

Not even pausing to think, she replied, "That is unimportant. What is important is that you fix it. It is two minutes thirty seven seconds off, in case you are unaware of specifics."

Staring at her like she has claimed to be of Reimu's finest concubine, I stated, "You say that as if you expect me to do so right now..."

Once more not batting a lash, the one before me said, "It would be a simple matter, yes. You can fly, can you not?"

I flinched at it being said that I can fly. My eyes darted to the students, who were now whispering among themselves, and then back to Patchouli. "I-I have no idea what you are talking about!"

Raising a brow ever so slightly, the magician asked, "Is that so?"

Snorting softly, I replied, "Now it's you that's quoting the pudding."

Replying quickly, the book-bearer corrected, "Shoggoth."

Thinking that she had sneezed, I said, "Bless you."

Not batting an eye at being blessed, Patchouli said, "She has much in common with a shoggoth. It is more correct to call her by that term."

Not particularly sure what to say to that sudden bout of information, I said, "I... see."

Choosing to now ignore me a moment, Patchouli floated up to the clock, and proceeded to fix it to be more exact in its timing, or so I assumed. Floating down from a job well done, she emotionlessly said, "It is done."

Blinking, I said, "...Alright."

Patchouli's PoV:

Now in need of a less verbal method of communication, I opened my grimoire and began to let the power within become without. It seeped into the classroom, bringing with it a light fog from the sheer concentration of magic contained within, everything now having a slight glow to it from the seer mass of magic I had unleashed simply from opening my book.

Before anyone could ask what I was doing, or begin to worry that I had decided to attack, I began to etch words into the minds of those within the room. My handwriting was as flawless as ever, and it was without any frills to it. Hello, class. Writing just two words would give them a chance to grow used to it before I begin, so I decided it best to greet them.

Everyone within the room jumped at the sudden glowing words that I had etched within their minds. Everyone but Keine, that is. She was quite used to my direct approach to circumventing my excessive need for oxygen.

Etching further words into their minds for them to read, I wrote, My name is Patchouli Knowledge and I shall be your teacher for the subject daemons. I myself am not a daemon, but I possess one as an assistant and one being that could mistakenly be thought to be a daemon as a familiar.

I noticed a hand lift from the desk, and so I motioned for that child to speak. The girl in the pink tank top and a pair of denim shorts asked, "Why do I keep seeing 'demon' spelled wrong?"

Chuckling softly without my eyes showing any sign of amusement, I wrote, Daemon is not an incorrect spelling; it is merely a dated one.

With that question answered, I decided it time to begin my lesson. The magic in the air rippling a bit, I wrote I shall start on a common misconception. Tentacle beasts are not daemons. They are monsters, and have much in common with various pests that lay their eggs in other beings, the tarantula hawk being a prime example of a similar method of reproduction. ...So as to prevent myself from being called in again, I shall give a lesson on them, however.

Tentacle beasts are a creature who survive only due to other creatures of adequate size being common. They impregnate the bowels or uterus, depending upon gender, with their young. When they do hatch, they devour their host from the inside out, which I am told is a most painful death by the screams of the host that my own familiar ate her way out. The most common misconception about tentacle beasts is their gender. While they do technically rape their victims with a self-lubricating phallus, this is only so that the eggs may be laid. There are, in fact, no male tentacle beasts; they are all female.

Tentacle beasts enjoy living within the sewers of the outside world, and as such tend to shy away from light. Tentacle beasts only leave the sewers at night, and most do not live long due to the limitation on size that their habitat imposes.

I reached into my pocket, and retrieved a small writhing mass of black tendrils with a single eye stalk which ended with an eye as green as a flawless emerald. It was only about a pound, and was only about 10 centimetres long. With the subject in question now out, I wrote, This is a tentacle beast. I have named her Tenty, and have taken her as a familiar. She is normally several tons, but I have reduced her size so that she may travel with me to this school. Noticing the discomfort of the class, I added, She is without the desire to copulate due to my intervention. I removed the equivalent of her ovaries, and so she has lost that desire to reproduce, along with the ability to do as such. ...It is unknown to me where tentacle beasts resided before the invention of the sewers of old.

Noticing another hand getting raised, I motioned towards them just as I did the other student. The girl was taller than the last, and so I assumed older. Her breasts were just as small, however, so I was honestly unsure. She wore a blue kimono, and asked, "Miss Knowledge, how did you meet Tenty?"

Nodding to myself, I complimented, A fine question. I suppose I have to tell a story, in that case. It happened a number of years back. One night a young womancame to the mansion seeking sanctuary, claiming that they had been attacked and raped by a great beast. Meiling, being the kind soul that she was, allowed her in due to her looking to be pregnant. When morning came, and daylight had returned, Meiling went to check on the girl. She had died in the night, with myself keeping watch over the happening. I had dampened the sound in the room so that we went undisturbed, and watched as she screamed for hours as the newly born beast devoured her organs. Eventually it reached the heart and she expired. After that point, the tentacle beast that I would one day call Tenty emerged from her belly, letting out a cry not unlike that of a whale. Now knowing what had attacked her, I proceeded to neuter the young beast and we have been together ever since. This occurred years before we would come to Gensoukyou, which would be my second time here.

Another child rose their hand, wearing pink ribbons in her brown hair, which kept it up in a ponytail. She wore a yellow sun dress, and was quite stout. There was also one unique thing about this one. Green eyes. Curious, on a human. When I motioned to her as well, she asked, "What do you mean by 'second time'?"

Shaking my head, I answered, Irrelevant. I do not answer unimportant questions. At my answer, the child who asked it looked down at her desk, saddened, I would guess.

Noticing no more hands raised, I decided it time to move on. Now that that is out of the way, I can begin my purpose for being here. First, know that my knowledge of daemons is not nearly as perfect as Alice Margatroid's, for I have never been to Makai. Let us begin with general knowledge, shall we? For starters, daemons steal and devour souls. This is understood by even the most ignorant of those that know of daemons. Next comes true names. True names are just that; true names are what the actual name of a daemon is, as given by its creator. To invoke a true name is the same as binding a daemon to your will. It is simple enough to invoke a true name. First one needs the name. Then one must learn how to invoke it, and do just that. ...Koa has yet to bequeath upon me her true name, as I cannot be trusted with such power over her. A true enough statement. Power does corrupt, after all. The final bit of information I can give that would be considered generally true among daemons would be that they are artificial life forms created by the self-proclaimed goddess of and creator of Makai. Now, tell me, what is the difference between an incubus and a succubus?

Only a couple hands rose. A boy in modern clothing, and a girl in a brown kimono. I pointed to the boy, and he timidly answered, "I-isn't it... one is male, and the other female?"

Smiling ever so slightly, I wrote, Not incorrect. This is the answer I was expecting, but not the one I am looking for. In the same sentence that the boys pride in knowing the answer swelled his chest, it quickly deflated.

Looking around, I noticed nobody raising their hand. Growing slightly irritated, I looked to their teacher. She simply gave a shrug, signifying that she too was ignorant of the correct answer. Letting out a sigh, I wrote, The answer I was looking for would be that neither succubi nor incubi are actually the correct name for them. They are misconceptions brought about by a lack of close study. If one were to study either a bit closer one would find, as I have, that succubi are also incubi. I surmise that the reverse is true as well. The differentiation is due to the fact that cubi are in fact hermaphrodites. Noticing a look of confusion on all but four students' faces, I added, This would mean that they are both male and female at the same tome. Some are more male than female, thus leading themselves to be called incubi. Others are more female than male, leading to the term succubus. My assistant, for example, could be referred to as a succubus. This would be just as untrue as referring to an incubus as just that, but I suppose a distinction must be made, no matter how untrue it is. I would have my assistant show you just what I mean, but I am unable to bring her to the village after an... incident that she had while gathering groceries and reagents.

Another misconception about cubi is that they steal souls, when in fact they do no such thing. By now she would have tried to do as such had she been able, and I would have atomized Koa when she would have tried to force the soul from my body, not that my enchantments would have allowed such an intrusion to take place. However, I would have detected such an intrusion into my soul, even if it was doomed from the start. Digressing, the one thing that sets cubi apart from their daemon brethren is the fact that they can't devour souls, which is by choice, and are unable to undo this choice. Another thing would be the flexible wings upon their heads. These a vestigial wings which work fine as rather webbed hands, and can be used just as one would expect with a bit of practice. Cubi normally use these hand-like wings for various distasteful acts involving numerous partners. Normally it would be quite difficult to use such an appendage as such; wings, while technically quite like hands, are not meant to bend in such a way. Of course, the wings upon the back of a cubi are also quite flexible, but they are far too large to effectively use in anything besides self defense and the like. Koa uses them just as those wearing a skirt use their skirt as a container. Typically she uses her wings to carry all but the largest loads of books. Well, she uses them in part for this; their strength, while quite high, is not meant to carry heavy loads. She generally supports them with the strength in her arm.

No daemon is ever made to be a cubi. They must take the path themselves. Apparently Koa's creator was the reason that Koa took to the path. She was issued a warning: Stop devouring souls, or be destroyed. It was with a heavy heart that she took to the path. She did like the power that souls gave her, after all. They had made her one of the most powerful imps in all of Makai. The path to becoming a cubi is simple enough; release all the souls you have devoured, and swear on your true name that you would never again feast upon the soul of another being. True, cubi can still take souls, and perhaps could bring them to some greater daemon, but this is beyond the point, as loopholes are always there in any contract, even one with ones self.

One of the greatest strengths of cubi is also their greatest weakness; cubi have an aura about them that attracts those around them. They are able to suppress the aura to an extent, but it takes tremendous concentration. It is far easier on a cubi to merely engineer a power suppressing charm or piece of jewelry. But, for a particularly powerful cubi, this is not enough. Of course, it does help, but they must still concentrate on reducing it regardless of that. For some, even that can be difficult, and they may become the subject of desire for countless men, depending on where they travel

Looking around, I found that the children seemed to be listening. Looking over my shoulder, I found that even Keine seem fascinated with the given knowledge. Smiling ever so slightly with no cheer in my eyes, I wrote, Now, what is known about imps?

As soon as I saw a hand raise, I motioned to the young man with longer blonde hair than all other males in the room, and he looked like he would be attractive to the females of his species. Giving what might be considered a charming smile, he said, "Little fat red men with wings, of course."

Sighing, I looked to the rest of the students, hoping for a less vague answer. A better answer. Something better than that. Failing that, I looked to Keine, who once more gave a shrug. Now quite annoyed, I wrote, my mind putting a little too much pressure into my writing, Technically true. Everyone winced at what I was doing to their mind with the pressure of my writing. Noticing this, I eased up a bit, as I had just gouged their minds. Imps are small winged daemons who delight in tricking others, and doubly so if they get a soul out of it. Imps would be the daemons that one might sell one's soul to for material gain, or would be led to an interesting demise by, by way of intricate trap involving surprisingly lethal things that one would never expect to be killed by. Of course, some are more creative than others. I have heard of an imp using a box held up by a stick to try and trap people, while another made a trap involving a rock, a sharp stick, and a bit of rope. It was quite lethal, as it would end with the stick piercing your heart, thus leaving your soul for the taking. This trap was the one employed by Koa, which I would call quite brilliant in how little is needed to make it. The hardest part about it is sharpening the stick, really.

Deciding to try again, I asked, Now, do any of you know about arch daemons? One hand rose. A small girl with brunet pigtails, and a red kimono.

I pointed to her, and she timidly said, "It's a really strong daemon, right...?"

Sighing once more, I replied, This is... true. Knowing that nobody new would add anything to the mix, I went on to write, There are no such things as the sort of daemon known as arch daemons. I watched the students become a bit confused, before adding, Arch daemon is not a sub-species; it is a title. Arch daemons are merely the most powerful of any sort of daemon, and have nothing physically different about them. However, there are differences. The first difference would be that they are far more dangerous due to what is required to become of their kind. One must devour 1,000 souls to be given the respect that this title brings. Of course, there is little difference between a daemon with 999 souls under their belt and one with 1,000, as the respect is not a sudden thing. In a perfect world there would be no arch daemons, but this world we live in is far from perfect, and there are five arch daemons that are known by name. There are likely others, but these five are the most well known, as four of them are deities.

Satan, the arch devil, is known for trying to amass an army of daemons to usurp control of Makai. He never succeeded, and is currently sealed away in one of the various hells for being a danger to Makai as a whole.

Devils would be your common sort of daemon, and can easily be mistaken for particularly weak oni with goat legs. It is said that they are weak to silver, and weapons imbued with the power of good. Of course, anything evil is weak to the power of good, but it still must be said. It is wrong to think that they will shy away from even the smallest amount of silver; only silver weapons are seen as an actual threat by these daemons. I heard one of the children who wore a silver cross pendant around her neck let out a groan at hearing that. It never is nice to hear that your trinket will not save your life.

Next, there is Khorne, the collector of skulls, and minor deity of battle. Khorne is known for being one of the few honorable daemons, and will punish his lesser kin who strike a foe from behind or otherwise use dishonourable tactics. To die by his hand is to die an honourable death in battle. Khorne is an arch bloodthirster. It is said that he uses the skulls he collects to build a great throne. I doubt it would be comfortable.

Bloodthirsters are battle-seeking brutes who never rest until their foes are defeated, or the bloodthirster himself lies dying on the ground. To defeat a bloodthirster in single combat, even if through less than honourable means, is quite commendable. Like Khorne, they typically take the heads of their fallen foes and use them for this and that. They look like massive red men, and tend to have horns and weapons made of brass. They seem to have an odd obsession with the metal, even if there are far better choices.

Next there is Tzeentch, the arch lord of change. So good is it as at planning and plotting that it has been thought to be omnipotent. Tzeentch brings about change in those he meets, whether it be good or bad. Another thing to note about Tzeentch is that he gives those he likes beneficial mutations, and those he dislikes detrimental ones, for he enjoys visiting change upon the unsuspecting. Like all lords of change he is quite adept at sorcery, and unlike the others he is seen as a minor deity of change, and sorcery. If not for his habit of visiting change upon those who worship him, I might consider giving him my faith; he would be the most magical inclined god after all. It is said that nothing happens that he doesn't expect to happen within his great plan. Tzeentch was once the most powerful of the daemons alive, before his staff was destroyed. It is unknown how it happened, but it is theorized that it was caused by either the goddess of Makai or infighting. Or perhaps a combination of the two. One never can tell without having been there...

Lords of change, like Tzeentch, like to plot. Of course, most of them are far from being as good at it as the arch lord of change himself. They typically have a bird-like appearance, much like that of a humanoid raven, and have the typical mage-like obsession with enchanted staves. Truly, I find staves to be a cumbersome and unwieldy weapon. I would rather the light weight and portable size of a wand, if I had any need for such things. After all, one can load them full with the most lethal of spells, unlike a staff, which are much harder to enchant. Instead, if I must, I use my book as a weapon.

Noticing a child raise their hand, I motioned to them. The young girl with somewhat modern-looking glasses asked, "Why don't you need a wand?"

Unable to resist the urge to answer the question, I answered, Because I am a spell book; what need does an arsenal of magically destructive spells have of a stick with multiple casts of a single spell within it or a larger stick enchanted to be more threatening? I do not suffer the restrictions of a human spell caster.

Once more their hand went into the air, and once more I motioned to them. "What are the restrictions?"

Smiling ever so slightly at the question, I replied, Humans typically need a spell book like myself to cast the type of magic I primarily possess, which is limited by daily preparations. Myself, I am a spell book. I can cast any of the spells scribed within my pages without preparation or limits on the number of times I can cast them.

Moving on, of course, one cannot forget about the arch great unclean one, Nurgle, who is said to brew all manners of sicknesses and diseases that exist in a great caldron, and at time, even ones that do not. He would be a minor deity of disease, decay, and destruction, and those foolish enough to worship him are rewarded with all manner of afflictions, although they do also become quite resilient, as they manage to survive through all the various plagues and disease that afflict them.

A hand rose, this time by a boy in a worn, brown kimono that was obviously too big for him. Perhaps he was given it by his father for lack of curency. I motioned to him, and he asked, "Why would someone worship something like that...?"

Chuckling without seeing anything particularly funny, I wrote, It is theorized that they are given a form of immorality, even if their body literally falls apart. I do not see the charm of this, however.

Getting back to the matter at hand, I wrote, As for great unclean ones, they all do brew the vile sicknesses and diseases of their arch daemon kin, but they are not creative enough to create new ones. These daemons appear in the form of a large fat man, green with decaying flesh, and covered in sores and pustules. Commonly are their intestines visible, and decaying, just as many of their organs are.

Finally is the arch keeper of secrets, Slaanesh, who is the lesser deity of pleasure, passion, and decadence. No fetish has been unexplored by this deviant, and many have in fact been created by him. Those who worship him are blessed with unrivaled beauty, although beauty can perhaps be said to be in the eye of the beholder.

Keepers of secrets have much in common with cubi, seeing as they are both hermaphrodites. Unlike cubi, however, they do not have particularly large differences between half of them; keepers of secrets all look quite different. They would be the snowflakes of the daemon world. Not that they rain from the sky mind you - that would be a rather bloody affair for the ones without wings - no, they are each unique. Of course, there can be only so many snowflake designs, so of course they are not 100% different. But there are few enough keepers of secrets that they need not fear any sort of repetition. The goddess of Makai did not see fit to make enough that this caused any problems. It is, however, unknown as to why she made them all so unique. Of course, a rather large difference from cubi would be that they can steal souls. Furthermore, they typically do so during the throws of passion, where as cubi for the most part would rather do strange things, such as cuddle after they are done.

Noticing a hand go up, I pointed to a young man in glasses. He wore an orange kimono, and his black hair was cut short. Clearing his throat, he asked, "Why are so many daemons hermaphrodites?"

I blinked in surprise at the question. I honestly had to think on the answer, which I eventually decided to go the neutral path on. I honestly do not know, however, it could be due to a fascination on the Goddess' part with both male and female anatomy. Of course, seeing as many daemons, such as devils, are without any genitals at all, it is far from simple to decide if there is a reason for this. Of course, seeing as her favorite daemons are cubi, likely for the fact that none are capable of stealing souls, it could likely be misconstrued that she likes them because of their genitalia, but there is no documentation of her ever copulating with a daemon either through genital interaction or wing rubbing. Of course, it is best to not do as such for a human, as one would have to risk their soul to do as such unless the target of your affection is cubi in origin. On the note of souls, it should be noted that it is impossible for a daemon to take the soul of a fae, whose souls exist on another plane, which Makai can be found within.

Moving on to the next subject, I wrote, Next on our agenda would be hell knights, which for all intents and purposes are simply stronger versions of devils. Contrary to popular belief, they have not been knighted by the goddess of Makai nor anyone else, but they do tend to hold themselves to the standards of knightly honour. Like knights, they take their lesser kin as squires, even if they have no horses to care for, and really lack most things that knights do. For example, there is no hell king that they serve. Also, the reason that they possess the word hell in their name would be that not all daemons reside in Makai; some make their homes within the various hells, which is a part of why it is difficult to account for all arch daemons; they are a slippery bunch.

I noticed a hand rise, and so I motioned to them. The young boy in a kimono of a deep emerald green asked, "But... don't they steal souls?"

Nodding, I wrote, Of course.

In response he deadpanned, "That doesn't seem like an honourable thing to do..."

Nodding once more, I wrote, I never said they were particularly intelligent, merely that they act as knights do. Although, it could be described more as a crude imitation than an accurate representation of how knights act.

Deciding to try once more to involve the class with the lesson, I asked, Now, what is known about cyber daemons?

In general, the class looked confused at the question. All but one young man, that is. He looked just like you would expect a young outsider to look; he must be new to Gensoukyou. There was one thing odd about him, however, even considering his status as an outsider. He was snickering, and seemed to find something or other rather amusing. Everyone was staring at him, although I wasn't particularly surprised when his hand went into the air. As I was expecting it, I pointed to him in an instant, and he said while hardly containing his laughter, "Sh-shoot it... 't-till it's dead..."

Thoroughly confounded by his obvious bit of advice, I inscribed, I am unsure what you mean; that could describe most any creature.

Still looking quite amused, he said, "Th-they are... huge. That means... they must have huge... g-guts...!" He burst out laughing soon after this.

Picking up that that meant that he knew of their size, although seemed to be a tad insane, I etched, Also true. And what else?

I waited as the laughter slowly died down, and eventually turned to a bout of giggles, before finally stopping. His senses returned to him, the boy began to blush at the spectacle he had made, and how he was the only one laughing. After a few moments of awkward silence, he replied, "They, uhh... They are huge minotaur-like monsters with robotic parts and a rocket launcher for an arm."

I smiled slightly at him, before etching, Inaccurate, but passable knowledge. Huge is accurate enough. Minotaur-like... can be accurate, should they possess the correct facial structure as well as horns and perhaps a bull-like tail. They are not limited to just rocket launchers, as you have referred to them, but they do typically attach weapons to their missing limbs, and at times even amputate their own limbs to do so.

Shaking his head, he corrected, "The one I know of has no tail."

Raising a brow at him, I asked, You know of a cyber daemon? If you have actually met one, I would be surprised that you are still alive. How is it that you know of this particular daemon?

Thinking on how to answer the question a moment, he eventually said, "Well, cyber daemon's are from a game in the outside world, as far as I knew..."

I blinked in surprise at that revelation. So the outside is aware of daemons. Intriguing. To finish the portion of the lesson, cyber daemons are the kappa of the daemon world. However, their focus is of a war-like nature. Their inventions, while quite creative, are typically things meant solely to take life and/or souls. As he stated, some create rocket launchers. These ones would be of the least creative, as that merely destroys the body, but doesn't contain the soul.

On the final portion we shall talk about the creations of the cyber daemons. These creatures are created by way of taking the congealed brain matter of their slain prey, and placing it atop an arachnid-like mechanical body, which creates one of their favorite inventions. As far as I know, they are without a name.

Raising his hand once more, the outsider waited to be called upon. As soon as I motioned to him, he corrected, "They're called arachnotron's."

Raising a brow, I inscribed, Ohh? I shall have to make note of that.

Smiling ever so slightly, I said, "And that is the end of the lesson. Do not think anything strange of the headache you feel in the morning; this is perfectly-" I stopped to take a few shallow breaths, which were deep by my standards. "-Normal. It is merely a side-effect of my writing within your mind for so long. It is... not the norm for myself to need to make use of it so much."

Raising his hand once more, I instantly pointed to him. Looking a bit nervous, he said, "I know of other daemons, too. Ones you didn't say."

Raising a brow once more, I said, "Is that so? Then go ahead, if you wish to speak about them."

As he opened his mouth, a familiar voice said from under the floor, muffled by the very floor we stood upon, "That is so~!"

Looking to the floor a moment, obviously surprised to hear her, he eventually righted himself mentaly, saying, "Well, for one I know that the game I played had possessed soldiers, so I guess that daemons can posses people?"

Nodding, I went back to writing, inscribing, Quite. I had assumed that common knowledge, but I suppose it must be covered. Some daemons - and even some fae - are capable of possession. It does not truly fill your body with them, but they do lose some of their power to possess you, forcing you to act more like them, depending on the amount of effort they put into it. Of course, there is also accidental possession. A daemon is not always aware of what happens outside of their knowledge. For example, if one were to fail marvelously at a daemon summoning or even a binding ritual, things might grow poor for you in that regard.

Picking up where he left off, the young outsider said, "And then there are Spectres."

Shaking my head, I said in my usual monotone, "I have exhausted my knowledge on daemons. Any from this point you must teach on."

Gulping, he said, "W-well... I'm not sure if everything is accurate, but... Spectres are dog-guerrilla-like monsters that bite at you, and like to attack in packs of their visible kin, which are pink." Perhaps they are a part of the fauna of Makai. They sound as if they would be. Chuckling, he said, "My dad and me used to call them flubbies. The pink, visible ones, that is." Curious.

Moving on to the next daemon, he said, "Next are cacodaemons. They look like giant floating red heads, with horns, one huge eye, and spit lightning at you."

Raising a brow, I commented, "Not unlike a beholder. Go on."

Nodding, he said, "Next would be... lost souls. Flaming skull-like monsters with horns that scream as they fly at you."

I made no comment on how those hardly sounded like souls, but simply listened as he said, "And then there's the baron of hell."

Raising a brow once more, I commented, "That sounds much like a hell knight."

Nodding, he said, "They're just a different color but are tougher. Next there's... I think they were called revenants? They're armored skeletons with rocket launchers on their shoulders. They're reanimated daemons." So there are a stronger type of devil still... And I suspect that these revenants are some experiment of the cyber daemons to make an army of some kind out of their dead. Curious.

"Next we have the mancubus, a fat daemon with guns for arms." ...Guns for arms? How does it function outside of combat? Curious. Do they have some relation to cubi? No, that would be impossible. They have weapons, which they no doubt use.

Stroking his chin for a moment, he said, "And I don't remember the name of the last one, but it's like a brown version of the cacodaemon, with tiny little arms, and fires lost souls at you."

I rose a brow at this. "That daemon seems far fetched."

Shrugging, he said, "Like I said, I don't know if all of them really exist..."

Smiling ever so slightly, I replied, "Then I shall put an asterisk beside their names." My lesson now complete, with the help of my unique assistant, I turned to my old acquaintance. "I suppose that my lesson is now complete."

Smiling sadly, the once human hakutaku said, "I... I suppose it is, isn't it. It was... nice meeting you again, Patchouli."

I ignored her, and headed for the exit to the classroom. As I opened the door to leave, I looked over my shoulder, and looked to Keine out the corner of my eye. "It was an inconvenience." Not caring that she shrunk a bit at being told this, I added, "You did not need to summon me here, and the class suffered for my lack of knowledge in the subject of daemons." Feeling the need to bolster her mood before she had a chance to begin to cry, I went on to say, "However, I did learn potentially true things from one of your students, making this a trip worth making, in theory. Thank you for that, even if you yourself had nothing to do with what made this trip worth making, granted that he was not mislead by this game of his." With that said, I began breathing my shallow breaths to recover from saying so much in one go.

Smiling timidly, the teached asked, "...When will I see you? Will I ever see you again?"

Raising a brow, I replied, "I do not live terribly far from the village. Granted you do not disturb my work, you may visit at any time, although I would prefer that you did not." Ending that conversation with brutal honesty, I left the frowning teacher to her devices, closing the door behind me with a minute application of magic.

With that out of the way, I made off into the night, slowly floating my way towards the lake, and the mansion on its shores.